Every 12 Seconds
Nakatomi Plaza
Hands folded on my desk, saliva dripping down, waking from my dream. I sat here for hours on end, looking down. I can't go back again. Life's too short for me. Facing forward, head turned backwards.
Hands folded on my desk, saliva dripping down, waking from my dream. I sat here for hours on end, looking down. I can't go back again. Life's too short for me. Facing forward, head turned backwards.